TL's Son and soon-to-be daughter in Law have their hands full at the moment. Not only of all the wedding arrangements for their...erm..wedding, but also because they are moving house down to Bradford in order to begin a new life in Yorkshire.
It's ironic that they are moving down from Scotland, just as we are planning to move up north. Nevertheless, good luck to them as they try and juggle every conceivable arrangement.
I guess there are a lot of things still to organise, so TL and myself have decided to help out by providing the Stretch Limo.
It's the least we can do. Here's the one we have secured for their special day:
Full plastic interior, tin bodywork, nylon flags, steel side-struts...
I get to blog this one, because TL had her turn last week.
The swimming was better than ever this time. Helped by the fact that we had a little bit longer to enjoy the almost naughtily decadent delights of the private pool.
The reason being that the owners were away and left their friend in charge, and I think she just took our money and went for her tea, or maybe to make some black pudding, skin a sheep or whatever Yorkshire women are supposed to do at that time.
This left us relatively free to lie back and relax in the utterly private waters. Private is the operative word. I am just about as self-conscious as a person can be, and with good reason, when it comes to anything approaching nudity - especially my own.
This place even has a special notice on the windows which reads: “No-one will ever look through the windows.” Very comforting, but why put the windows there in the first place? I took a sneak peek through one, mainly to see what the terrible fate might be for such a crime, only to decide that the really strict punishments were probably reserved for the unfortunate people looking in from the other side of the glass. So, as we left, I did that too, just for good measure.
I'll let you know.
As you can see, there is a main pool, and then the jacuzzi thingy at the far end of the pool. This gives rise to an element of strategy. The pool is considerably cooler than the spa, so it's a good idea to enjoy the pool first and then finish off in the tub.
Because it's so hot, the pool feels decidedly chilly afterwards. Then, when the time is up the horrid business of getting dressed ensues. Suddenly the place feels gaspingly hot again. Finally, when stepping outside, the cool breeze is very welcome.
I do love the swimming. It's good for me and it's definitely fun. I actually took some video this time, so you could see the place a bit better.
1) Jason's camera sure has a wide angle lens. Even the microshack looks big.
2) Jason came down on the train on Friday, and we instantly headed for Jack's Cafe. We...erm...saw someone eating this breakfast and asked to photograph it, before each ordering a low-fat latte and...er... some carrot sticks. Or something.
3) Life, through a lens. Notice how fat it makes me look.
4) Mother's Day! Jason's C3D2 presented me with this on Sunday at church. She informed me that C2S1 had iced it and decorated it for TL and me. It was a touching moment, and one that I will treasure until my mind is merely mashed head-kak.
5) After the breakfast, Jason and I went to the National museum of photography in Bradford and were delightfully lucky to be invited into the production room to see the projectors first-hand. Jason has a happy knack of enabling these nice things to happen.
For those of you interested in the order of events:
Jason came down to Huddersfield on the train on Friday, we did the breakfast and museum thing, coming back to the tiny house here for a meal before Jason and myself set off for South-East Northumberland that night.
I had a busy day with clients on Saturday, but not too busy to enjoy a rather splendid supper with I & R and J & A. It was not a time to photograph the food and talk endlessly about the food in my blog. I felt it was just one of the pleasant easy-going nights spent in the company of people I like and care about. Easy-going, to the extent that I pretty much fell asleep. Ah well. :)
After proper church at Crossroads in Ashington, I came back to Huddersfield, just in time to help with dinner and to spend an enjoyable evening chatting with TL and her C3D2.
An exhausting weekend, that's for sure - but one I can cheerfully say that I really enjoyed.
Sources close to JK Rowling have revealed that the next Harry Potter installment has had a late change of title. JK has long felt that the growth and development of Harry, should be almost in “real time”, and should reflect the normal development of a young man his age, thus lending credibility to his role when the more magical elements of his character are added in.
I'm not quite sure where this leaves us, but the rumoured title for the next book is: “Harry Potter and the giggly prostitute.” I await with interest.